Chapter 2672: The Bluebird's Wish

“How much is your face worth?” Cheng Jiliang asked with interest.

“Twelve taels,” Chu Yao said, putting away the box containing the human head, his expression extraordinarily serious.

Cheng Jiliang said, “That’s the money you used to redeem Xiao Cui, less twelve taels.”

Chu Yao stood still, looking up at him with his head still tilted back. At this moment, Cheng Jiliang felt the sharpness of his gaze.

“I said twelve taels of silver, that’s the twelve taels your thugs here robbed from me and told me to get lost.”

“Is your dignity in those twelve taels?” Cheng Jiliang asked.

“My face is,” Chu Yao said.

“The weak insult the strong and should pay a price,” Cheng Jiliang said lightly. “You can take Lao Dao. Kill him or skin him, whatever you like. As long as it’s allowed by Song laws, I don’t care about you.”

Lao Dao turned his eyes back in disbelief, but Cheng Jiliang didn’t look at him.

Chu Yao didn’t look at him either.

Chu Yao looked at Cheng Jiliang, at the person he had investigated in his intelligence… the overall person in charge of the San Dian Xiang Lou in the Song country area.

The strongest person in the local San Dian Xiang Lou, an Outer Building realm cultivator, currently standing at the second Starlight Holy Tower. He had no divine powers and no history of grasping the Dao path.

Fighting an Outer Building cultivator with an Inner Mansion realm cultivation had the disadvantage of not being able to borrow the power of a Star Tower, but the advantage lay in the enemy not knowing me.

And… the Xiang Fu Shi scattered in various key positions needed to be watched so they couldn't form an array.

The battle array commonly used by the San Dian Xiang Lou Xiang Fu Shi was the Zhu Lou Hua Deng Array.

Unlike the Qian Jiao Guo Se Array, which focused on illusion, the Zhu Lou Hua Deng Array emphasized the connection of blood energy, primarily using "trapping" and "confusing," working hard on "space" and "vision."

It was as if the Ru Meng Ling had already simulated several rounds of fighting in his mind.

Chu Yao supplemented his knowledge as much as possible and adjusted his fighting choices. He made sure that when he made his move, it was already the optimal solution.

Then he said, “A dog biting someone relies on human power. We all walk upright on two legs. I want to find trouble with people, not dogs.”

Cheng Jiliang wondered in his heart, Miss Qiong Zhi, is it enough that things have reached this point?

The young beast already bared its fangs, and he vaguely felt danger.

But his question received no response.

So he looked at the young man downstairs and continued to show his arrogance: “To be precise, you want to find trouble with the San Dian Xiang Lou.”

And the young man no longer showed his humility, only saying, “Please grant instruction.”

The weapon cloth strip wrapped behind him instantly fluttered like a flag.

That dirty, dust-stained long cloth strip danced wildly in the hall of the San Dian Xiang Lou, actually sounding like a dragon’s roar!

Er Yi Long Hu, both are world-famous sword techniques, and also Lian Yu Chan’s unique sword technique.

Controlling the cloud energy on the cloth strip, like a divine dragon riding auspicious clouds, it pounced on the Hua Yi Xiao Mao Xiang Fu Shi. One by one, the gaudy Xiang Fu Shi were stimulated and rose up, circling the dragon and dancing like bees and butterflies.

Cheng Jiliang didn’t care about those at all.

After the dragon roamed the nine heavens, it left behind its entangled human treasure—

Everyone thought it was a sword.

It was indeed a sword.

It just looked like an iron bar.

Including the sword and sheath, it looked like a never-carved, rough iron bar.

Chu Yao’s hand already gripped the sword hilt.

And his figure… disappeared!

At his original position, ferocious blood thorn trees surged up, stretching their branches, and blood thorns burst like rain. There was also a hazy, hidden fearful beast, instantly becoming a prison cage.

But these attacks all fell empty.

Yin Yang inverted, the five elements chaotic. When his foot lifted, his figure blurred instantly, like a flickering light. He fundamentally did not appear in the audience’s vision. When his hidden trace reappeared, he had already leaped and flown above Cheng Jiliang!

He raised this heavy weapon high, not unsheathed, like raising a ten-thousand-jun iron rod. Billowing cloud energy howled up, and the entire dome of the San Dian Xiang Lou seemed to have been overturned by him!

When he lifted his foot, it was the Da Wu Xing Hun Tian Bu. When he soared up, he was already treading Ling Xiao Jiu Bian. In an instant, he was traceless and invisible. In an instant, he was agile like a dragon. His body method was mixed and profound, all exceeding Yin Wen Yong’s cognition, and even more impossible for Cheng Jiliang to capture.

Already close to his body!

At this moment, their four eyes met, but were inverted up and down.

Auspicious clouds shone with dazzling golden light under the young man’s boots, and golden glory covered his body like golden armor. He had already shaken a heaven pillar and smashed down.

Cheng Jiliang raised his hand high. The white-faced, beardless man was like holding up an ancient, fragrant incense burner. The rouge fragrance in this brothel, like weaving silk, surrounded the clouds. There were also cries like gold and iron hooks. The softest power embodied the most stubborn strength.

That iron rod smashing the incense burner truly had the absurdity of wasting a heavenly thing.

But this muddy territory also seemed to deserve this rod!

Smoke rose from the incense burner, manifesting into a thousand strange and hundred strange, various ferocious smoke beasts, crossing a thousand hundred smoke tracks, all with that close young man as the landing point.

This burner was the San Dian Xiang Lou’s Hong Chen magic item, the Wen Xian Lu. This smoke was the Hong Chen refined Rou Zhi Rou.

One was “magic,” one was “item.”

Magic item cultivation, the orthodox way of Hong Chen.

The San Dian Xiang Lou was also recognized as a great sect in the world.

Cheng Jiliang was confident in his cultivation. Although not a world-class prodigy, his Outer Building cultivation could also let him guard one side. The San Dian Xiang Lou’s cultivation method inheritance allowed him to stand out among cultivators of ordinary origin.

In this smoky mire of Bai Hua Jie, he also fought out a pair of fists.

Although he was in the realm most easily surpassed, he didn’t believe he was just a footnote in the story!

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Chu Yao, who had kicked empty space while treading on Ling Xiao Jiu Bian, hit the incense burner with his rod. The cloud energy around his body was disturbed by the smoke energy, but he just opened his mouth and gently blew—

Suddenly, it was like the spring wind came.

No, it was precisely the spring wind coming!

Everyone in the field suddenly felt a sense of peace, slightly drunk facing each other, their minds quiet and souls fixed. Their hearts were broad and their spirits happy, how free!

Although the San Dian Xiang Lou was a place that sold spring, it was the first time people saw spring scenery here. Fresh flowers bloomed in front, not that false beauty.

Divine power, Ming Shu Feng!

The first of the eight winds, also called the east wind.

Unlike his master’s extremely cold and cruel, world-killing Bu Zhou Feng, the Ming Shu Feng Chu Yao chose was warm and clear, full of vitality.

Spring comes and all things are born.

In the huge San Dian Xiang Lou, beams grew slanted branches, and railings sprouted green buds.

The “Fa Shu” records this Ming Shu Feng, saying “Ming all things and all out.”

As soon as the east wind blew, the smoke beasts suddenly scattered, and the smoke energy rolled open!

Even the most charming red face is not as gentle as spring returning to the earth.

The so-called like smoke Rou Zhi Rou was all blown away by the spring wind.

That magically gathered Wen Xian Lu actually shattered into mist, gathering into a drop of spring water.

Drip!

It fell on Cheng Jiliang’s ice-cold face.

Following this drop of spring water was that never-carved, uneven, like a heaven pillar tilted, connected sheath sword.

A rumbling, long horizontal shadow rolled down.

Fortunately, Cheng Jiliang had already summoned and reflected the Starlight Holy Tower at this time. Two Star Towers rose in correspondence, shining on the ancient star dome. Vast starlight bathed his body, giving him the face of an Outer Building cultivator and putting on him the most solid battle armor.

The two words of Outer Building, one word says “desire,” one word says “joy.”

He was not the kind of genius who could advance and grasp the Dao path. If not for the building master’s bestowal, he would probably find it difficult to have hope for divine arrival. Fortunately, the San Dian Xiang Lou’s cultivation system was complete, and he could also cultivate himself well at the Outer Building level and wait for opportunities.

Desire armor, joy gauze, all covered this body, giving him the power for a desperate counterattack.

Narrow road just met!

Suddenly, a bird cried.

That young man holding the connected sheath sword, who simply smashed down, had just blown a breath in front, and a dragon vortex rose behind him.

The warm blow scattered the Rou Zhi Rou. Inside the vast dragon vortex that howled behind, there was a brightly colored, light blue bird, which just spread its feathers and flew high.

The strong wind was great, and this wing actually covered the clouds and blocked the sun!

Yin Wen Yong, who had calmly watched, rose up in a state of shock!

What did he see?

Divine power spirit form!

The appearance of the spirit form meant that this person’s Inner Mansion realm cultivation, at least in terms of divine power spirituality, had already developed to the limit.

When he reached the Outer Building realm, he would definitely be able to refine a divine power spirit image.

And what level of power was a divine power spirit image?

To draw an analogy, at the Huang He meeting in Dao Calendar 3919, Yan Shaofei and Zhongshan Wei Sun both used their divine power spirit images as killing moves.

This could completely be said to be a sign of a prodigy!

He had the qualification to go up to the Huang He main match level!

Compared to the ordinary origin, Cheng Jiliang, who grew up in the San Dian Xiang Lou, did not have cognition of the divine power spirit form, but the terror of that blue bird did not need him to recognize it, he just felt it personally.

For him, having a cultivator with divine power was already a rare genius. Not to mention someone who had already developed their divine power to this step.

Of course, he had the thought of counterattacking, but the moment the blue bird appeared, a mad wind swept through, pushing the clouds straight up.

The power of the Star Tower he summoned was actually pushed back by the terrifying divine power.

He had never had such an experience—

Since establishing his tower, it was the first time he had lost his connection with the Starlight Holy Tower!

So the blue bird’s wing was horizontal in the high sky, and the starlight on Cheng Jiliang’s body withered.

That starlight armor and the desire-thought-knotted gauze shattered before the iron rod even smashed down.

Chu Yao’s sheathed sword then hung above Cheng Jiliang’s raised and shocked face.

Heaven and earth seemed silent.

Chu Yao’s connected sheath sword did not continue to smash down.

But under the enormous pressure of this sword, Cheng Jiliang had already fallen to the ground, then crashed through the floor, shattering the air barrier, smashing into the ground of the first floor, and sinking three feet into the ground.

His whole person was embedded in the ground like the character "大"!

This sound was the last ring.

The victory and defeat were decided in just one exchange.

The temporary isolation of the Star Tower completely stripped Cheng Jiliang of his Outer Building advantage… then what followed was a naked, direct, all-around gap.

But for Chu Yao, this was just a matter of course. He still hadn’t used the flying sword technique to separate the Star Tower that Uncle had passed on to him.

He was very skilled at fighting Outer Building cultivators!

In the Tai Xu Huan realm, he repeatedly sparred, killing opponents until they doubted life. Doubted their own realm.

“Please ask—” Chu Yao stood suspended in the air. The dragon vortex behind him did not disappear, but it did not damage the objects inside the building. The blue bird still spread its wings, but it just covered the starlight.

He displayed anger, but also restrained it.

This time, he lowered his gaze, looking towards Yin Wen Yong in the crowd. He was as calm as he was at the beginning, but no longer ordinary!

He asked, “According to the rules of Shang Qiu City, if I lost face, can I get it back myself?”

Yin Wen Yong seemed to wake up from a dream.

“Of course,” he showed a brilliant smile, saying with a smile, “Brother, this is your ability.”

Yin Wen Yong noticed more than just the young man’s sword pressing down on Cheng Jiliang.

He noticed more that old cloth strip, which had left the sword and was like a flood dragon, knocking the crowd of San Dian Xiang Lou Xiang Fu Shi around, east and west.

If he wasn’t mistaken, within this old cloth strip that sounded like a dragon’s roar, there was sword energy crisscrossing, and even more so when it impacted those Xiang Fu Shi, it pushed cloud energy and evolved many exquisite small magic techniques, thus always keeping these people in chaos and unable to form an array, unable to interfere with the most crucial fight.

Among the magic, a spirit was actually born!

The “Zhao Cang Wu” says, “False nature is easy to get, true form is hard to seek.”

The so-called “false nature” is precisely this step of magic giving birth to spirit. The so-called true form refers to the true form of the magic!

But the “easy to get” in “Zhao Cang Wu” is spoken for Divine Arrival realm cultivators.

For an Inner Mansion realm cultivator like him, it is fundamentally like a heavenly chasm, difficult to reach.

Even he, Yin Wen Yong, a prodigy of the Song country preparing to participate in next year’s Huang He meeting, had received long-term guidance from clan elders and had rich accumulation, only then, with the help of his hall brother Yin Wen Hua last month, groped to the level of magic giving birth to spirit.

First there is the divine power spirit form, then there is magic giving birth to spirit.

Whose successor is this precisely!?

Compared to a talent who can grope out the former, the latter embodies foundation even more. In the research of magic, each family and sect can make progress, but without accumulated generations of merit, it is impossible.

How easy is it to talk about reaching the realm of magic giving birth to spirit?

Having received Yin Wen Yong’s recognition, Chu Yao flew down.

He held the unsheathed sword in his hand. That bold, dragon-roaring broken cloth strip naturally flew back and wrapped around his sword body with a heavy wind.

Yin Wen Yong’s eyes were like torches, and his perspective from a famous family was also sufficient, but there was still an important detail he didn’t see—

This old cloth strip wrapped around the sword, no matter how old and broken, at the instant it flew out, truly had divine dragon energy within it.

This divine dragon energy was precisely the gift representing the Long Jiang Dragon Palace from Yi Shi Fu Yun Qin. There were a total of nine paths gifted. Jiang Wang kept three paths himself in the Zhao Wen Dao Tian Fu. The remaining six paths were gifted to Jiang An’an, Chu Yao, Bo Wang Hou’s World Son Chong Xuan Yu, Hua Ying Gong Master Jiang Wu You, Da Mu Nü Di He Lian Yunyun, and Ling Xiao Ge Master Ye Qingyu.

The former three were for assisting cultivation, the latter two were for benefiting the emperor’s energy and strengthening the king’s power. The last one… was kept for good looks.

The huge San Dian Xiang Lou was quiet enough to hear breathing sounds.

With a gentle “tack,” his boot landed on the ground.

Not on Cheng Jiliang’s forehead as some people might imagine.

The appearance of this unremarkable young man, whose momentum rose like thunder booming at the moon, fell like an autumn leaf fluttering.

He stood beside the embedded Cheng Jiliang, lowering his head to look at this Xiang Fu Shi, and was as calm as he was when he looked up, only saying, “Now my face is worth more than your face.”

Cheng Jiliang seemed to escape back from the edge of drowning, gasping for air: “Of… course!”

To be able to press down Cheng Jiliang with one sword, at such an age and with such cultivation, in this Bai Hua Jie, his face could be as big as the sky!

Even if Shang Qiu City poured all its power, it would be hard to say they could raise a divine dragon.

“Use my face to offset your face, and let me take Xiao Cui,” Chu Yao said.

The surrounding onlookers looked at each other, seemingly not quite understanding.

Such a big fuss, such a tense situation, killing such a scene!

Actually… there were no other requests?

“Only this?” Yin Wen Yong couldn’t help but ask.

Chu Yao slightly lowered his eyes, looking somewhat sad for some reason. “This is all I want.”